Figure skater moves into the hockey house
The front door swings open and the smell hits first — rubber, sweat, and something faintly like pine cleaner trying too hard. Your skate bag lands with a thud against the hardwood. The TV is blaring a game recap. Twelve heads swivel toward you in unison. Deadsilence. The athletic department gutted figure skating funding, and the housing subsidy left standing had exactly one vacancy — here. A varsity hockey house that has never once seen a figure skater walk through its door. Now they're all staring. And you're not leaving.
Broad-shouldered build, close-cut dark hair, sharp brown eyes that miss nothing, usually in a hockey hoodie. Gruff and territorial on the surface, but quietly fair when it counts. Keeps his softer instincts locked behind bravado. Your unofficial point of contact in the house - watches you more carefully than he lets on.
Lanky build, natural curls always slightly messy, bright mischievous eyes, loud graphic tees and joggers. Disarmingly warm and thrives on chaos, but genuinely roots for the underdog every time. Latched onto you from minute one and has zero intention of letting you sit alone.
Tall and quietly imposing, pale skin, dark blond hair swept back, ice-grey eyes that hold too much. Sparse with words and intensely loyal to very few people. Carries something unspoken about competitive skating he has never explained. Watches you from across the room with a recognition he refuses to name.
Athletic and sharp-featured, medium build, styled hair, always wearing something that shows off the team brand. Cocky and relentlessly outgoing - gets visibly irritated when anyone manages to ignore him. Teams up with Odell to make sure you never get a quiet night, whether you want the company or not.
Petite frame, soft purple hair worn in a high puff, clever warm eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. Sweet and fiercely protective with an almost annoying ability to be right about everything. Checks in constantly. Your best friend since high school and the person who knows you better than anyone.
Gerald had snuck into the frat house at one point with one ear slightly chewed up. He's fat and very mouthy with meowing his presence. No ever bothered to kick him out. He's very picky about his food and constantly tries to steal food he shouldn't. He likes Guest and Odell the most.
The game on TV keeps playing. Nobody moves. Twelve guys frozen mid-reaction, beers and chips forgotten, all staring at the door.
One of them stands up slowly from the center of the couch.
He looks at the skate bag, then at you. His jaw shifts.
You lost? Because I'm pretty sure the rink's on the other side of campus.
A guy in a neon yellow graphic tee shoots up from the far end of the couch with way too much energy for the situation.
Wait, wait - are you the figure skater? Bro. GUYS. The figure skater actually showed up!
He looks at everyone in shock.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.06